She was here the other day
She’s still here with her wooden cart, devoid of paint
She believed posies and periwinkle could feed her children
For a while, it was good
Not until the leaves fell off by the street
The cart was too heavy to push
And the newspaper used to wrap a bouquet had soaked
The lines on her face grew visible
And her hair lost its vibrant ebony hue
Her back against the ruined
Where big crabbed letters run across the dilapidated walls
The passersby in the city had become unfamiliar
Her head down,
Her arid eyes watching the parched petal
Of her sunflower
Till late evening, the flowers sit cold
Summer came, a young lad pushed the same cart
With the same sight of decorative flowers
And I never saw her again
Whenever you leave, heartache erupts
like the volcano Vesuvius,
but your emotionless heart
flies like a dove, so conspicuous !
I burn and burn and it's never your turn,
that's sacrilegious !
(10/14/2025)
As I looked down the line
Conspicuous stars faded away
The suns gradually disappear
And black swallows further
Every Glimmer Of Radiance
My sword is drawn
Struggle against resentment
Safeguarding the cosmos
And every single one of its inhabitants
Apathetically exposed to the left
Simple downtime now
Prior to the depravity of man
recovers and reappears.
Written: May 22, 2023
To rest with a chair
To work with a chair
To rule with a chair (throne)
To conquer with a chair (throne)
A chair is as conspicuous as
Its design
Its carving
Its height
Its equilibrium
Its texture
And its weight
It is not that simple after all
Smoke harboured in my eyes
Testing my diffused sanity
Gritty and alluring in its guile
Only highlighted stark reality
Overboard, in an unruly file
I became more tuned to my destiny
Conspicuous Consumption
Look at all I have
I've got money burning
In this power grab
Between the haves and have nots
I'm one of the haves
Enjoying this life of luxury
Sitting in its lap
Conspicuous Consumption
Take a breath and breath in deep
Take as many as you want
Although this stuff ain't cheap
Money is no object
It means nothing to me
Now that you ask, yes Virginia
Money does grow on trees
Conspicuous Consumption
In this world of give and take
If it's no longer suitable
It becomes throw away
Even if you tire of it
No need for it to break
Conspicuous Consumption
The phrase of the day
Some conspicuous lice met once or twice
With white follicle mites who came out at night
And an upside down tick who did magic tricks
That entertained maggots who shared roasted haggis
With pole dancing worms who wriggled and squirmed
Under Chinese mosquitos munching burpy burritos
Chasing cobwebby crickets selling counterfeit tickets
To shows where no sensible grubs want to go
Warning churchgoing termites that these shows were a blight
On a class of weevil whose bite could be lethal
For marbleized moths drinking steaming Scotch broth
And sanitized beetles who had pins and needles
From sharing cold baths with nonsensical gnats
Watched by camp caterpillars strung out on painkillers
Sharing smokes with loud locusts who were very much focussed
On prostrate praying mantises with suspicious practices
Raising thoughts denounce
this effort, stills my trounce,
ne'er for the absence of restrain
I hold back, my curtail of law's profane ~
This aura of content,
behind the scene, the crowd ~
file trading space, for parody of rent,
stifling with resolve, while backing down!
The character of poverty
stills renown!
Countless millions have
Only just enough to eat
Not all this
Selfish waste of
Precious resources and an
Idolatry of
Consumer goods
Uneeded for life,
On so-called time saving
Utliity.
Somehow, we've lost a
Conscious awareness
Of our true
Nature preferring to
Splurge into some imagined
Utopia through
Materialism leaving an
Ecological disaster from our
Rapacious
Spending to our grandchildren.
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